I glanced upward toward the face of my friends wife. She was staring at my wife's face. Her left hand seemed to be on my wife's knee holding it apart ...rom her husbands thrusting body. Her right hand was pressed against my wife's shoulder as if to hold her in place on the bed while hubby drove his hips again and again against the soft mound at the joining of her legs. I eased my self down a bit and realized that I had a clear view of a very large cock pistoning in and out of my my wife's very. “Get on the bed, Emma. Hands and knees. Now!”Emma quickly scampered across the room and crawled onto the bed on all fours. She looked straight ahead. Her naked body trembled. Despite herself, she could feel her pussy dampen.Carol stood, watching her. The rasp as she pulled the leather belt out of her jeans echoed around the silent room. She knelt on the bed, wrapping the belt around Emma’s wrists, binding them together.Emma gazed up at her. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.Carol didn’t acknowledge. I began to feel a hard on. To hide it to her I turned around and told her that I will be waiting for her at the dining table. I had nearly reached the door when she said: “Wait, look at me.” So I half-turned and I fixed my eyes on her breasts, I could almost see the nipples. She wasn’t moving, watching me. She sat down and asked me:“Why are you staring at me? Did you like what you see?” I was too worried on hearing this; she chuckled and started to drink water from the glass. Then she splashed. ”“Yes Ma’am. I do feel better. I like laying my head on your ... uh, your ... uh.”“My breasts?”“Yes.”“Thank you Jody. I love my breasts. I was always flat chested until I came back home. When I went to work here I confessed to Mr. Reynolds that I had always wanted huge breasts and he paid for these. I love them and I never wear a bra ... I love to feel them naked under my silk blouses.”“I like the way they feel too,”“Would you like to see them? Just a peek – you can never tell anyone I let you.